Favo Novel
Chapter 231
Chapter 231
Leonardo was just venting; he already had his own answer in mind, and he didn’t need Marcus’s response
But Marcus answered anyway: “Because my wife is from Rosenberg, I have to learn to eat Rosenberg’s food.”
Upon hearing this, Leonardo had a sudden thought in his head: Marcus was screwed!
Marcus, who had never shown interest in women for over two decades and thought dating was a complete waste of time, was now changing his eating habits of over twenty years for a woman.
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Had he been possessed by someone else’s soul?
Leonardo believed Marcus would regret it. “Well, go ahead and learn to eat Rosenberg’s food. I’ll stick with our Riverton food; it’s light and nutritious.”
After he said this, Abigail got pissed off and asked, “What do you mean by that?”
Leonardo: “What do you mean?”
Abigail, “So are you saying Riverton’s food is nutritious but Rosenberg’s isn’t?”
Leonardo, “Are you nuts? Did I say that?”
Abigail, “Even if you didn’t say it, you thought it. If you don’t admit it, you’re just a coward.”
Leonardo, “What did I do to deserve this tonight, dealing with someone like you?”
The meal hadn’t even started, and Leonardo was already ticked off.
He looked at Marcus and Cornelia; they were just eating their own food, seemingly oblivious to the argument going on.
He said, “Marc, you’ve changed. You really don’t care about me anymore.”
Marcus was quietly moving the meat Cornelia liked to her side, not hearing a word Leonardo said.
This type of meat was something Marcus would never touch before, and no one else could eat it if he was present.
But seeing Cornelia enjoying it so much today, he didn’t find it repulsive for the first time. “Is it really tasty?”
Cornelia nodded vigorously, swallowed the food in her mouth, and vividly described how delicious it was: “President Hartley, this meat is so tender, it melts in your mouth. It’s really delicious; do you want to try it?”
Marcus was okay with her eating it, but trying it himself so soon was a little hard to swallow. “I can’t handle food that’s too greasy.”
“Right.” Cornelia was so absorbed in eating that she almost forgot this was Marcus’s taboo: “President Hartley, I’ll eat it far away from you.”
Marcus, “No need, just enjoy your meal; don’t mind me.”
Zack and Abigail were also busy eating, having no time for chit–chat. The food at this Rosenberg restaurant was expensive for a good reason; it was indeed tastier than outside.
Everyone was having a good time; only Leonardo was feeling downcast. “Marc, you’ve changed! You’ve really changed! You don’t care about me anymore!”
He yelled out loud, finally getting Marcus’s attention, “Should I care about you?”
Leonardo was even more heartbroken. “Shouldn’t our friendship from growing up together mean something?”